FANFICTION

Chapter 1: Fan What?

James was in my treehouse.

Why in hells name was James in my freaking treehouse.

Just breathe stay calm. Don't freak out. It's not like he'll find anything embarrassing... wait no that's the only kind of shit he'll find! God dammit man you had one rule 'Don't go in my treehouse'. Does he not have ears? Was he deaf? That's the only thing I've asked from him and he has to go and break it.

I wasn't panicking. Was I panicking? Yes I was panicking! Everything is up there! My posters, my screenplays, my action figures, my life! Well my screen life! And you had to go up there didn't you?

Whelp, there goes my one friend. I can hear the flushing of my social life going down the toilet now as we speak.

I hate that sound.

Then, I see his head pop out of the old wooden window looking down at me. I was expecting an expression of disgust or something like that. You know the whole 'I can't believe I'm friends with you' face. But instead he looked... confused.

"What's a fanfiction?!" He yells down to me.

"SHHHH" I say making a gesture as if I'm trying to get him to lower the volume of a really loud song.

I was screwed. Sooooooooo screwed.

I slowly and reluctantly made my way to the beginning of the crumbling, old wooden ladder leading up to my secret hide away. It was kind of pathetic really when you think of it. I'm 17 years old, a junior in high school, and still have a treehouse. No wonder I'm labeled as a weirdo. Well that and countless other flaws I contain in my weak, average weight, kind of short body.

The rungs on the ladder were leaving slivers in my hands as I made my way to the entrance of the treehouse; which was covered by a blue blanket with yellow rubber ducks on it.

Like I said, pathetic.

I stood up in the treehouse and stared at James.

Let's make this clear. James has been my best (and only) friend since the 6th grade when he first moved to this dump. We have been next door neighbours ever since. He is tall and lanky but very well built. He has blue eyes that any girl trying to hit on him would say 'they look like the ocean' (but I can't judge because I've thought the same thing, just never been dumb enough to say it out loud). He has wavy brown hair and amazing cheekbones. Like, Benedict Cumberbatch cheekbones if you get my drift? He's helped me through a lot of difficult times and has always been by my side. He tells me everything and vice versa. Well, I tell him everything but this. If I loose him, I loose the only speck of social life I have ever had.

"Well?" He questions.

"Well what?" I replied nervously waiting for my inevitable doom.

"What is fanfiction?"

"Ummm..." I really didn't know how to answer that question. Like what do you mean 'What is my fanfiction?' 'What's fanfiction in general?' There were endless possibilities. "I guess it's like, fans making alternate ways a story can go... I don't really know how to explain it..."

He nods his head and looks around at all the posters. "So like, you do John Silver fanfiction? Like you re-create a story or episode the way you want it to go?" He asks.

"Yeah... I guess... in a way." I was stumped if you couldn't all ready tell.

"Ok cool cool." He says as he sits in my fuzzy pink chair where my desk and laptop is located.  That's when I realized my computer was opened and one of my fanfics was on the screen.

Oh dear God.

"Did you..."

"No! No I didn't" he said quickly. "That felt kind of like an invasion of privacy." He said with a smile.

I exhaled from a breath I didn't realize I was keeping in. "Oh ok good."

"Could I read it?"

"NO!" I reply frantically shutting my computer lid before he could start looking at it.

"Come on Zoey! It's me we are talking about here! I have literally watched every episode of John Silver with you, twice." He says emphasizing the 'twice'.

"I know. It's just it feels weird that someone I know would be reading it. I'd rather leave it to anonymous people to read and comment and critique than my best friend." I said rubbing my very sweaty palms together. 'I also don't want you to start thinking I'm a weirdo like the rest.' I though to myself.

"Ugh." He grunts and gets up form the chair "Fine" he wines and pouts.

I look up at him. He is also pathetic. This is probably why we are friends. "Maybe some other time, but for right now I want pizza." I said as I opened the baby duck blanket door and started making my way down the ladder.

"Yay! Ok!" He jumps in excitement as he too begins to descend the ladder.

As we made it to the bottom he grabbed his black and red backpack which was located beside the trunk of the tree. He also put on his black square rimmed glasses which gave him a sort of Peter Parker finesse. "Come on tiger!" I yelled to him as I made my way to the front of the house onto the side walk. He ran behind me with him backpack moving up and down on his back as his long legs made big strides towards me. He finally caught up and we began walking to the pizza place which was conveniently a two minute walk from our houses.

James nudged me a bit "I think it's cool. This whole 'fanfiction thing'. Knowing your writing skills you are probably crazy good at it too."

I smiled a bit at this. "Well my fans think it's pretty good."

He looked with his eyes wide "You have fans?!"

"Yeah! Quite a bit too. You won't believe how many people are into my stuff." I said with a bit more self-confidence than usual.

"Oh now I got to read this shit!" He said with a laugh.

Guess my social life isn't completely over yet.

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